Morning Show Poem by Manonton Dalan

Morning Show



sharp beaks poking
yellow fruit, bursting
painting morning sun
dropping on dry leaves
jumping off soft ground
sweet scent calling

lizard spit her tongue
wobbly cover distance
blink and lost interest
borrowed deep to pile
so as feathers flap away
awed eyes and lips dry

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Manonton Dalan

Manonton Dalan

virginia, usa
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